:: HERO of KORRIBAN ::
What was it about being around criminals that made it seem so right? Bryn was never bothered by thieving, even killing. His time among the nightsisters who helped him understand his connection to the force had been very fierce. Bryn had learned to kill, and enjoy it, while among them. He had also learned to steal in order to survive, now he was set to make a living off it. The Red Ravens had decided to keep him around, though his debt for stealing from them was to let them skim off the top of whatever he took. A life of piracy was his next step it seemed, though one thing was needed first, well two things, a ship and a crew.
The crew was something that was starting to take shape. Bryn had put word out through some underground channels that he was looking to piece together a crew. While the inquiry had not produced much, he was contacted by someone, a female someone. That's all he knew at this point. Holoimages had not been shared. The inquiry wasn't a dating service, though, Bryn could use a date sometime soon. All that was agreed upon was to meet on the smuggler's moon, and plans would be made from there.
Bryn sat in a bar, things like this always went down in some seedy looking bar. It was so stereotypical that he was in the far left corner. He was the only one there with two glasses, and a bottle of rum sitting on the wooden surface of the table. The bottle and empty glasses was one of the marks he had given the female to look for as identification. The other was the black captain's coat he wore. A bit old fashioned to some, but Bryn liked it. Being inside, he top hat was not on, but set on the table as well, the final marker he had laid out for the woman. If she was as good as she claimed to be, she'd be there soon. They both had to arrange transportation, so it was test for them both in a sense.
The real test was going to come later, and the primary purpose of the meet up. A ship had to be acquired, and since they hadn't the credits to purchase one, they were going to steal one. Bryn's heart was already beating hard at the excitement of what they were about to plan. He could not wait to have a ship to call his, and crew to aid him in making some credits. The only limit was the imagination, and Bryn had a healthy imagination.
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The crew was something that was starting to take shape. Bryn had put word out through some underground channels that he was looking to piece together a crew. While the inquiry had not produced much, he was contacted by someone, a female someone. That's all he knew at this point. Holoimages had not been shared. The inquiry wasn't a dating service, though, Bryn could use a date sometime soon. All that was agreed upon was to meet on the smuggler's moon, and plans would be made from there.
Bryn sat in a bar, things like this always went down in some seedy looking bar. It was so stereotypical that he was in the far left corner. He was the only one there with two glasses, and a bottle of rum sitting on the wooden surface of the table. The bottle and empty glasses was one of the marks he had given the female to look for as identification. The other was the black captain's coat he wore. A bit old fashioned to some, but Bryn liked it. Being inside, he top hat was not on, but set on the table as well, the final marker he had laid out for the woman. If she was as good as she claimed to be, she'd be there soon. They both had to arrange transportation, so it was test for them both in a sense.
The real test was going to come later, and the primary purpose of the meet up. A ship had to be acquired, and since they hadn't the credits to purchase one, they were going to steal one. Bryn's heart was already beating hard at the excitement of what they were about to plan. He could not wait to have a ship to call his, and crew to aid him in making some credits. The only limit was the imagination, and Bryn had a healthy imagination.
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